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magniloquent-raven · 8 hours
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The Hurt/Comfort Alphabet
A: Alleviate - How do they go about relieving persistent physical pain?
B: Bedridden - How do they behave when they’re sick?
C: Cling - Whose physical touch is considered most welcome in their minds when they are in need? Is there a specific type of touch they respond well to?
D: Deathbed - How would they react if they realized they may not recover from their injuries?
E: Emergency - What is their gut reaction when someone they care about is hurt?
F: Fight - Are there circumstances under which they would not accept treatment or care? If so, what are they?
G: Ghosts - How has their past shaped the kind of comfort they respond to best?
H: Home - What things (objects, sensations or people) remind them they’re safe after a scary situation?
I: Isolation - How do they soothe themselves when no one is around to soothe them?
J: Joy - When was the first time they were truly happy after going through something terrible?
K: Kindness - Do they believe they deserve the comfort they receive? Why or why not?
L: Levity - What or who helps them take their mind off of the circumstances?
M: Music - Is there a song that comforts them? Why is it comforting to them?
N: Nostalgia - What things that comforted them as a kid still work today? Does anyone know that?
O: Overworked - Who or what tells them to stop working and take care of themselves?
P: Please - Have they ever begged for someone to comfort or stay with them? What was that incident like?
Q: Questions - Are they eager to talk about what or why they’re hurting? Why or why not?
R: Relief - How do they react to the realization that they will soon be fully recovered?
S: Scared - What would it take for them to admit that they’re scared?
T: Time - How long does it take for them to feel better after an ordeal or illness? Do they tend to lie about how soon they feel better?
U: Ugly - What part of their recovery process are they ashamed of, if any?
V: Valiant - Has anyone told them they were brave for facing what they did? How would they react if someone did?
W: Why? - How did they process what happened to them?
X: Xenas - Do they see anyone as an inspiration in their recovery? Does their inspiration know about this?
Y: Yearn - What gesture, person or thing do they desperately want, but would never actually ask for?
Z: Zero - What is the best way to comfort them without touching them?
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magniloquent-raven · 8 hours
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Okay one more
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magniloquent-raven · 11 hours
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billy who snags steve hat and walks away while putting it on and giving steve a Look, thinking he is the slickest cowboy in the west vs steve who thinks hes about to have a grueling high noon duel and doesnt know what he did to deserve that
In response, of course, to this post about cowboy flirting techniques:
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magniloquent-raven · 19 hours
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every time i scroll past an ad for facetune i develop more pimples out of spite
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magniloquent-raven · 19 hours
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The Hurt/Comfort Alphabet
A: Alleviate - How do they go about relieving persistent physical pain?
B: Bedridden - How do they behave when they’re sick?
C: Cling - Whose physical touch is considered most welcome in their minds when they are in need? Is there a specific type of touch they respond well to?
D: Deathbed - How would they react if they realized they may not recover from their injuries?
E: Emergency - What is their gut reaction when someone they care about is hurt?
F: Fight - Are there circumstances under which they would not accept treatment or care? If so, what are they?
G: Ghosts - How has their past shaped the kind of comfort they respond to best?
H: Home - What things (objects, sensations or people) remind them they’re safe after a scary situation?
I: Isolation - How do they soothe themselves when no one is around to soothe them?
J: Joy - When was the first time they were truly happy after going through something terrible?
K: Kindness - Do they believe they deserve the comfort they receive? Why or why not?
L: Levity - What or who helps them take their mind off of the circumstances?
M: Music - Is there a song that comforts them? Why is it comforting to them?
N: Nostalgia - What things that comforted them as a kid still work today? Does anyone know that?
O: Overworked - Who or what tells them to stop working and take care of themselves?
P: Please - Have they ever begged for someone to comfort or stay with them? What was that incident like?
Q: Questions - Are they eager to talk about what or why they’re hurting? Why or why not?
R: Relief - How do they react to the realization that they will soon be fully recovered?
S: Scared - What would it take for them to admit that they’re scared?
T: Time - How long does it take for them to feel better after an ordeal or illness? Do they tend to lie about how soon they feel better?
U: Ugly - What part of their recovery process are they ashamed of, if any?
V: Valiant - Has anyone told them they were brave for facing what they did? How would they react if someone did?
W: Why? - How did they process what happened to them?
X: Xenas - Do they see anyone as an inspiration in their recovery? Does their inspiration know about this?
Y: Yearn - What gesture, person or thing do they desperately want, but would never actually ask for?
Z: Zero - What is the best way to comfort them without touching them?
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magniloquent-raven · 2 days
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I could win in a fight against Billy. Not because I'm stronger than him or anything, far from it, but simply because I will hit him with the love and affection beam. Get cherished idiot! Also I have big brown eyes, so.
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magniloquent-raven · 2 days
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Found this guy while kayaking
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magniloquent-raven · 2 days
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thinkin about looking for some more good fic prompts for yall to send me 👀....
SPECIFICALLY thinkin about asking yall to send me ur fav rare pairs + a prompt or two cuz im in the mood to write some more little ficlets but i want to try some new stuff??
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magniloquent-raven · 3 days
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additional comment from the anon: this mostly applies to things like smut or nsfw art. I see a lot of blogs that are 18+ and I’ve always wondered if people actually listen to "minors dni (do not interact)" or if they just ignore them.
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magniloquent-raven · 3 days
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Harringrove 😬🧸 and 💦 (since the breakup)
hey! 🥰 yall are getting tiny ficlets instead of blurbs because i have no self control lmfao especially when it comes to writing billy and his feelings
😬 confessing their feelings + 🧸 exes with feelings + 💦 sleeping together for the first time
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He's just getting this out of his system.
That's what Billy keeps telling himself.
It's a closure thing.
He can get one last orgasm from Steve, knowing it'll be the last. He can savor it, memorialize it, commit every bead of sweat and tiny sound to memory, and then move on knowing he got everything he could from whatever this thing between them was.
Last time was a quickie in the backroom of Family Video, and Billy left before either of them said a word to each other, if he'd known...
He digs blunt fingertips into Steve's sweat-slick back. They can't get any closer, but he tries anyway, ignoring the sting of future rugburn forming on his chest where Steve's carpet of hair has been rubbing against his skin.
"Billy..." Steve says, warm and close, his nose brushing Billy's temple. He sounds fond and teasing, like he knows—
He knows nothing. There's nothing to know.
Billy turns his head, licking into Steve's mouth and stopping any dumb shit from coming out of it.
It's a bad distraction. Not because it doesn't work, Steve kisses him back with enthusiasm, but because it hurts. Billy's chest cracks open, and a terrible, wounded noise rips from his throat.
It must startle Steve. He jerks away, eyes going wide, but stopping is even worse than starting, because the second Billy's lips aren't occupied he gasps—
"I love you."
Steve goes very still.
Regret hits Billy like a bag of bricks. He's buried under it, choking on the dust. He needs out. Away. The wall he tried to build collapsed on him and he can't let Steve see the wreckage.
He shoves Steve off him and scurries back in one clumsy movement, panic making his limbs heavy, his fingers numb.
Steve catches his wrist. "Wait."
"Let go."
"You said you didn't want...y'know."
"I don't."
"So you don't want me to tell you I love you too?"
It's Billy's turn to freeze. Tears prickle at his eyes. "No," he says quietly.
There's a determined, defiant tilt to Steve's chin. "Well, too bad. Because I do."
A dozen retorts rattle Billy's teeth, and he grinds molars, trying to swallow them back. He doesn't know what he's supposed to say right now, but he knows nothing that's coming to mind should come out of his mouth.
"Billy." His voice is doing that soft, mushy thing again, and he scoots closer, sheets wrinkling around his bare legs. "I love you."
It hurts. Like it hurt when Steve kissed him. Like it hurt the first time he did something stupidly romantic for Billy, out of the blue, laced their fingers together while they were sharing a cigarette at the quarry. They were sitting on the hood of Steve's car, bathed in sunset orange, and Billy couldn't stand how picturesque it all was.
He takes Billy's hand again now, slipping down his wrist into his palm. This time Billy lets him.
💕tag list @spreckle @growup-thatbeautiful @prettyboy-like-you @suddenlyinlove💕
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magniloquent-raven · 4 days
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Confessing their feelings, knife against the throat, enemies to lovers, forced proximity?
OO THE DRAMA. i've been in the mood to write more f/f fic so ur getting some kali/nancy 💜
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"I thought I told you to leave this alone," Kali hisses through gritted teeth. The reprimand is a warm tingle against Nancy's cheek, and she barely represses a shiver.
It's harder than it should be to focus on the cold steel resting against her collarbone instead. She can't see it in the dark, but she knows it's the hunting knife Kali carries with her everywhere. Four inches of Damascus honed to an edge she's seen bloodied one too many times. She can feel her pulse against it, a touch too fast for all the wrong reasons.
"And I thought you knew me better than that," Nancy snaps. Her palms are sweating. She hasn't felt this unsure about her grip in years, but she pushes the doubts aside and presses the muzzle of her revolver more firmly against Kali's side.
"Well enough not to fear you'll pull the trigger."
Nancy jolts. Her face flushes hot, and she's suddenly grateful for the darkness.
"I know you only want answers, Nancy, not more bloodshed."
Oh. Yeah, that. That reason.
The both stiffen as heavy booted footsteps thunder past, echoing in the tiled hallway. Unintelligible voices shout over each other. Nancy holds her breath and prays not to hear the door creak.
She's distinctly aware of Kali's bare fingertips branding the side of her neck, loosely holding her in place. How easy it would be for those fingers to slide up into her hair, or cup her cheek, tug her closer and...
Her hand shifts, thumb brushing the tense line of Nancy's jaw, and Nancy's heart stops. The knife still at her throat slips, catching the collar of her shirt.
The ruckus outside has quieted, moved further into the building, away from their cramped little supply cupboard, but neither of them relax.
"I want—" Nancy's voice catches in her dry throat. Their proximity is making her lightheaded. Her hands smell like lavender and her hair like smoke, her coat is old and unwashed, sweat and musk and years of dirt ground into the seams. There's something sharp and earthy about the combination, something she wants to chase with her tongue and wants to fall asleep wrapped up in. "To help," she finishes lamely.
"Is that all?" There's a teasing lilt there that's both annoying and endearing.
"No." It falls from her lips too easily, too matter-of-factly.
"Oh." After all Kali's confidence, her self-assuredness, the last response Nancy expected was a tiny, surprised sound. The noise burrows itself somewhere soft in Nancy's ribcage.
Her free hand moves of its own volition, reaching blindly until she finds Kali's cheek just as flushed as hers.
💕tag list @spreckle @growup-thatbeautiful @prettyboy-like-you @suddenlyinlove💕
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magniloquent-raven · 4 days
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i got two other awesome prompts from ppl and spent all day actually writing!!!!!!! i wasnt sure if i should just drop 3 ficlets all at once lmao, but they are complete! they're in my queue, so they'll get posted in a lil bit
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